Chapter 5:
"WAKE UP!" Jean heard someone yell into her ear & she sat straight up in bed. "Oh my God, Jeffrey Hardy, I'm going to murder you!" she said, glaring at her cousin.
"I love you Jean," Jeff said, slowly backing away from her in pretend terror.
"Oh you brat," Jean said rolling her eyes. "I'm up, I'm up," she complained as she grabbed some clothes out of her suitcase.
"It's about freaking time," Jeff muttered.
"What was that?" Jean asked, turning around to look at him.
"Oh nothing," Jeff said innocently.
"Uh huh, sure," she said doubtfully, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Jean, go get dressed," Amy said as she came out of the room she and Matt had shared. "Everyone else is ready."
"I'm going, I'm going," she complained as she walked into the bathroom. She came out a couple minutes later and grabbed all of her stuff. "Let's go then, since y'all are in such a hurry," she said.
"Who's driving?" Amy asked.
"I guess I will," Matt said, when no one else replied.
"Wait, what about my car?" Jean asked as she remembered that it was still in the parking lot.
"I already returned it while you were sleeping," Jeff said, rolling his eyes at her.
"Oh bite me," Jean said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Y'all are acting like kids!" Matt complained.
"Hey, I just quit being one two months ago," Jean told him.
"Oh lord," Matt said, rolling his eyes. "Let's go."
Everyone followed him out to the car and climbed in for the boring drive to the airport, since Matt had already checked out before they went back to get Jean up.
"We're here," Matt announced as they pulled up to the airport.
"Well no shit Sherlock," Jean said, rolling her eyes. "I thought we were at the train station."
"Man you're cranky in the morning," Matt said.
"Really. What was your first clue?" Jean said sarcastically.
"Your attitude," Jeff answered for him, sticking his tongue out at her.
"Like you should talk about having an attitude Skittles," Jean said as she grabbed her stuff out of the trunk.
"Yeah, I know," Jeff grinned. "You learned from the best!"
"Yeah, me!" Amy interjected.
"What?!" Jeff cried, affronted. "Nope, she learned from me!"
"I learned from all three of you, because you're all smartasses," Jean said, laughing at them.
"Isn't that the truth," Matt said as he locked the car. "Here, y'all go take the luggage and check it for the flight while I return the keys to the rental office. I'll meet you guys at the gate. Oh wait, which one is it again?"
"Good job Matt, you're going to meet us there but you don't know where it is. That should work out just GREAT," Jeff said.
"Oh shut up," Matt told him.
"Delta, Gate C," Amy told him as she checked the tickets.
"Okay, I'll see you guys there in a few," Matt said as he walked off in the opposite direction.
"Typical male," Jean said rolling her eyes. "Walking off and leaving us to carry all his luggage."
Amy laughed. "That's actually pretty true of Matt," she agreed. "He usually leaves me and Jeff to carry it while he pays for the rentals."
"Figures," Jean muttered as she attempted to carry all of her stuff. "Oh, screw this," she finally muttered. "Excuse me," she said as she found a porter. "Can I use your luggage cart?"
"Sure miss," the man said as he loaded up the cart with all the luggage.
"Thanks so much," she said as they arrived at the check-in counter for the flight. She tipped the man as they finished unloading the luggage onto the counter for the flight, and received their baggage claim checks.
"Thanks miss, and you guys have a nice flight," the porter said as he walked away to see if anyone else needed his help.
"Good idea kiddo," Jeff said as he gave his cousin a one-armed hug.
"I know, I know," Jean said, accepting the praise. "I do have those every once in a while."
"Yeah, you should have them more often," Jeff joked.
"I'll see what I can do," she laughed.
"Alright, let's go find the gate now," Amy said as they exited the check-in counter. "Dang, this airport is confusing," she complained as they wandered around.
"There it is!" Jean said, pointing across the hallway.
"Awesome," Jeff said. "How long do we have until the flight leaves? I'm really hungry."
"Um, about half an hour," Amy said, checking her watch.
"Cool. I'm gonna go run and buy some snacks for the flight," Jeff said, as he saw a miniature convenience store down the hallway.
"I'm gonna go with him," Jean said. "I want to go buy some magazines or a book for the flight."
"Okay," Amy said. "But remember that you guys have to hurry!"
"We will Mom, I promise," Jeff joked.
Amy stuck her tongue out at him.
"Let's go short stuff," Jeff said as he headed out towards the store.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Jean complained, trying to keep up. She quickly grabbed both of the WWE magazines, the latest issues of Cosmopolitan and People, and a book of crossword puzzles to keep herself entertained during the long flight to Atlanta. She paid for her items and then rolled her eyes at Jeff, who was trying to decide which kind of candy he wanted. "Here," she said as she grabbed two Snickers bars, three bags of Skittles, and a package of Starburst and put them on the counter for him.
"Great, thanks," Jeff said. "I never would have been able to decide."
"Yeah, I know how you are when it comes to candy Jeff. C'mon, let's go," Jean told him as he paid for his candy and they headed for the gate.
"So, how many different kinds of candy did Jeff get this time?" Amy asked.
"Three," Jean said. "But only because I picked them out for him."
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Amy laughed.
"Oh you hush. Just because I love candy," Jeff pouted.
"Bro, there's a difference between loving and being obsessed with. You're definitely obsessed," Matt told him.
"Sooo???" Jeff protested.
"Never mind," Jean laughed. "Let's just get on the plane," she said as their flight number was called. "So do you want the window, the middle, or the aisle?" she asked Amy, since Matt had had to buy an extra ticket since she was coming back with them, and he had volunteered to sit by himself.
"Um, the window," Amy said.
"Cool, I dibs the middle seat," Jean said quickly before Jeff could.
"Hey!" he protested.
"Sorry, I don't feel like getting hit with the carts or having people trip over me," Jean explained.
"You suck," Jeff told her.
"I know," she said happily as she settled into the middle seat for the long flight ahead. She opened the new Smackdown magazine and was flipping through the pages when she came to an article about John Cena.
"Aww man, you're kidding right?" Jeff whined. "John Cena??"
"What? I think he's hot!" Jean exclaimed. "Granted, he comes off as a moron, but he's cute!"
"Who does?" Amy said, taking off her headphones to look at them.
"The wannabe-rapper," Jeff explained.
"Oh, John Cena? I think he's cute!" Amy said.
"Not you too!" Jeff complained. "What is it with the girls and him?"
"He's cute," Jean stated simply. "That's about all there is to it, although he is a pretty good wrestler too."
"Um, okay then." Jeff rolled his eyes and put his headphones on and drifted off in his own little world.
"It's just because he's jealous," Amy whispered to Jean.
"Probably," Jean agreed as she glanced at Jeff out of the corner of her eye. "Alright well, I'm gonna go put on my headphones now, so I'll talk to you later."
"Okie doke," Amy said as she put her own headphones back on.
Jean put in her Linkin Park – Hybrid Theory CD and put it on Forgotten, her favorite song because it reminded her of her own situation and turned it up, then drifted off into her thoughts.
Linkin Park – Forgotten: From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture is there The memory won't escape me But why should I care
From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture is there The memory won't escape me But why should I care
There's a place so dark you can't see the end Skies cock back and shock that which can't defend The rain then sends dripping an acidic question Forcefully, the power of suggestion Then with the eyes tightly shut looking thought the rust and rot And dust a spot of light floods the floor And pours over the rusted world of pretend The eyes ease open and its dark again
From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture is there The memory won't escape me But why should I care
In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up
Moving all around screaming of the ups and downs Pollution manifested in perpetual sound The wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind Street lamps, chain-link and concrete A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats On down the street till the wind is gone The memory now is like the picture was then When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again
From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture is there The memory won't escape me But why should I care
From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture is there The memory won't escape me But why should I care
In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up
Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back I'm telling you that I see it right through you (x7)
In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up
In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up
A/N: I do not own Linkin Park or the rights to "Forgotten". Please R&R and let me know what you think! Jean's love interest is going to be introduced in the next chapter, and although I think I know who I want to use – feel free to let me know who you think I should use!
"WAKE UP!" Jean heard someone yell into her ear & she sat straight up in bed. "Oh my God, Jeffrey Hardy, I'm going to murder you!" she said, glaring at her cousin.
"I love you Jean," Jeff said, slowly backing away from her in pretend terror.
"Oh you brat," Jean said rolling her eyes. "I'm up, I'm up," she complained as she grabbed some clothes out of her suitcase.
"It's about freaking time," Jeff muttered.
"What was that?" Jean asked, turning around to look at him.
"Oh nothing," Jeff said innocently.
"Uh huh, sure," she said doubtfully, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Jean, go get dressed," Amy said as she came out of the room she and Matt had shared. "Everyone else is ready."
"I'm going, I'm going," she complained as she walked into the bathroom. She came out a couple minutes later and grabbed all of her stuff. "Let's go then, since y'all are in such a hurry," she said.
"Who's driving?" Amy asked.
"I guess I will," Matt said, when no one else replied.
"Wait, what about my car?" Jean asked as she remembered that it was still in the parking lot.
"I already returned it while you were sleeping," Jeff said, rolling his eyes at her.
"Oh bite me," Jean said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Y'all are acting like kids!" Matt complained.
"Hey, I just quit being one two months ago," Jean told him.
"Oh lord," Matt said, rolling his eyes. "Let's go."
Everyone followed him out to the car and climbed in for the boring drive to the airport, since Matt had already checked out before they went back to get Jean up.
"We're here," Matt announced as they pulled up to the airport.
"Well no shit Sherlock," Jean said, rolling her eyes. "I thought we were at the train station."
"Man you're cranky in the morning," Matt said.
"Really. What was your first clue?" Jean said sarcastically.
"Your attitude," Jeff answered for him, sticking his tongue out at her.
"Like you should talk about having an attitude Skittles," Jean said as she grabbed her stuff out of the trunk.
"Yeah, I know," Jeff grinned. "You learned from the best!"
"Yeah, me!" Amy interjected.
"What?!" Jeff cried, affronted. "Nope, she learned from me!"
"I learned from all three of you, because you're all smartasses," Jean said, laughing at them.
"Isn't that the truth," Matt said as he locked the car. "Here, y'all go take the luggage and check it for the flight while I return the keys to the rental office. I'll meet you guys at the gate. Oh wait, which one is it again?"
"Good job Matt, you're going to meet us there but you don't know where it is. That should work out just GREAT," Jeff said.
"Oh shut up," Matt told him.
"Delta, Gate C," Amy told him as she checked the tickets.
"Okay, I'll see you guys there in a few," Matt said as he walked off in the opposite direction.
"Typical male," Jean said rolling her eyes. "Walking off and leaving us to carry all his luggage."
Amy laughed. "That's actually pretty true of Matt," she agreed. "He usually leaves me and Jeff to carry it while he pays for the rentals."
"Figures," Jean muttered as she attempted to carry all of her stuff. "Oh, screw this," she finally muttered. "Excuse me," she said as she found a porter. "Can I use your luggage cart?"
"Sure miss," the man said as he loaded up the cart with all the luggage.
"Thanks so much," she said as they arrived at the check-in counter for the flight. She tipped the man as they finished unloading the luggage onto the counter for the flight, and received their baggage claim checks.
"Thanks miss, and you guys have a nice flight," the porter said as he walked away to see if anyone else needed his help.
"Good idea kiddo," Jeff said as he gave his cousin a one-armed hug.
"I know, I know," Jean said, accepting the praise. "I do have those every once in a while."
"Yeah, you should have them more often," Jeff joked.
"I'll see what I can do," she laughed.
"Alright, let's go find the gate now," Amy said as they exited the check-in counter. "Dang, this airport is confusing," she complained as they wandered around.
"There it is!" Jean said, pointing across the hallway.
"Awesome," Jeff said. "How long do we have until the flight leaves? I'm really hungry."
"Um, about half an hour," Amy said, checking her watch.
"Cool. I'm gonna go run and buy some snacks for the flight," Jeff said, as he saw a miniature convenience store down the hallway.
"I'm gonna go with him," Jean said. "I want to go buy some magazines or a book for the flight."
"Okay," Amy said. "But remember that you guys have to hurry!"
"We will Mom, I promise," Jeff joked.
Amy stuck her tongue out at him.
"Let's go short stuff," Jeff said as he headed out towards the store.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Jean complained, trying to keep up. She quickly grabbed both of the WWE magazines, the latest issues of Cosmopolitan and People, and a book of crossword puzzles to keep herself entertained during the long flight to Atlanta. She paid for her items and then rolled her eyes at Jeff, who was trying to decide which kind of candy he wanted. "Here," she said as she grabbed two Snickers bars, three bags of Skittles, and a package of Starburst and put them on the counter for him.
"Great, thanks," Jeff said. "I never would have been able to decide."
"Yeah, I know how you are when it comes to candy Jeff. C'mon, let's go," Jean told him as he paid for his candy and they headed for the gate.
"So, how many different kinds of candy did Jeff get this time?" Amy asked.
"Three," Jean said. "But only because I picked them out for him."
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Amy laughed.
"Oh you hush. Just because I love candy," Jeff pouted.
"Bro, there's a difference between loving and being obsessed with. You're definitely obsessed," Matt told him.
"Sooo???" Jeff protested.
"Never mind," Jean laughed. "Let's just get on the plane," she said as their flight number was called. "So do you want the window, the middle, or the aisle?" she asked Amy, since Matt had had to buy an extra ticket since she was coming back with them, and he had volunteered to sit by himself.
"Um, the window," Amy said.
"Cool, I dibs the middle seat," Jean said quickly before Jeff could.
"Hey!" he protested.
"Sorry, I don't feel like getting hit with the carts or having people trip over me," Jean explained.
"You suck," Jeff told her.
"I know," she said happily as she settled into the middle seat for the long flight ahead. She opened the new Smackdown magazine and was flipping through the pages when she came to an article about John Cena.
"Aww man, you're kidding right?" Jeff whined. "John Cena??"
"What? I think he's hot!" Jean exclaimed. "Granted, he comes off as a moron, but he's cute!"
"Who does?" Amy said, taking off her headphones to look at them.
"The wannabe-rapper," Jeff explained.
"Oh, John Cena? I think he's cute!" Amy said.
"Not you too!" Jeff complained. "What is it with the girls and him?"
"He's cute," Jean stated simply. "That's about all there is to it, although he is a pretty good wrestler too."
"Um, okay then." Jeff rolled his eyes and put his headphones on and drifted off in his own little world.
"It's just because he's jealous," Amy whispered to Jean.
"Probably," Jean agreed as she glanced at Jeff out of the corner of her eye. "Alright well, I'm gonna go put on my headphones now, so I'll talk to you later."
"Okie doke," Amy said as she put her own headphones back on.
Jean put in her Linkin Park – Hybrid Theory CD and put it on Forgotten, her favorite song because it reminded her of her own situation and turned it up, then drifted off into her thoughts.
Linkin Park – Forgotten: From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture is there The memory won't escape me But why should I care
From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture is there The memory won't escape me But why should I care
There's a place so dark you can't see the end Skies cock back and shock that which can't defend The rain then sends dripping an acidic question Forcefully, the power of suggestion Then with the eyes tightly shut looking thought the rust and rot And dust a spot of light floods the floor And pours over the rusted world of pretend The eyes ease open and its dark again
From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture is there The memory won't escape me But why should I care
In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up
Moving all around screaming of the ups and downs Pollution manifested in perpetual sound The wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind Street lamps, chain-link and concrete A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats On down the street till the wind is gone The memory now is like the picture was then When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again
From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture is there The memory won't escape me But why should I care
From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture is there The memory won't escape me But why should I care
In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up
Now you got me caught in the act You bring the thought back I'm telling you that I see it right through you (x7)
In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up
In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up
A/N: I do not own Linkin Park or the rights to "Forgotten". Please R&R and let me know what you think! Jean's love interest is going to be introduced in the next chapter, and although I think I know who I want to use – feel free to let me know who you think I should use!